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Before opening the door, I put the mask on. I stepped out and said, “Hurry the fuck up.”
Blake’s chuckle echoed in the garage, and I gritted my teeth to keep my cool.
Using the card reader device lent by the society, we made it into the fire escape stairwell and climbed. I paused and peeked through the small rectangular window in the door on the floor I wanted, to make sure the guard was on his break.
The recon I’d done before showed the regular night guard took his usual smoke break at this time. The times I clocked him, he took a longer than necessary break. Being the only guard on duty, it was stupid of him to avoid the cameras for as long as he did.
I’d expected his chair to be empty. It wasn’t. Someone was sitting there, sure, and it wasn’t him. Fuck!
It was still close to the time when whoever-this-was should take his break, but I’d need to hoof it to the room I needed. I’d picked this building for the minimal security; they didn’t have security cameras in the stairwells, but they had them in the areas with foot traffic. I had less time to cover the cameras with black spray paint.
As I hustled, aware of the seconds ticking, Blake recorded and laughed. He acted like this wasn’t a serious situation, and we only played a breaking and entering game.
In the security room next to all the servers, I checked the time and tensed. We were on schedule, but what if the new guard cut his break short? Regardless, I had to retrieve the footage.
Blake didn’t pay close enough attention because he enjoyed watching me break the law so damn much. He kept shoving his phone next to me to be sure he got clear pictures of my head and shoulders, even with the mask on.
Whatever. While he had his fun, I snuck out the recording of the videos I had clocked when Blake met someone in the alleyway of this building. He never once clued into what I wanted the whole time I planned this little heist, or he was smart enough to play dumb. Personally, I believed he was just stupid.
It took eight minutes to get everything I needed, in addition to the three needed to fix the cameras on the way in. The elevator pinged in the quiet one floor below us as we rushed out the same way we came in. The fire door thumped shut behind us as the elevator chimed for this floor,
I took the stairs two at a time on the way down, hoping Blake would trip, fall, and break his neck. The adrenaline rush still had me when I pulled out of the parking garage. Blake still recorded when I took the mask off, and I flipped him off.
Being his dumbass self, he laughed and said, “Okay, now it’s my turn.” The thrill in his voice set me on edge. He enjoyed all this too much. For me, it meant a means to an end, but for him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned to a life of crime.
Deep down, I hoped he did because he’d be arrested and prosecuted in no time. However, the society would work to get him out—a big perk of joining. Society members banded together and worked the system in any way to get the desired outcome. It piqued my curiosity when I heard the grumblings about a secret society.
It took forty minutes to drive to the suburbs where no ordinary people lived. Each home had priced out in the tens of millions, and Blake acted like a toddler squirming around in his seat.
My intention wasn’t to get caught, so I parked a street away from the security gate because it couldn’t be known that we were ever here. Blake whined about how far we had to walk, but I rolled my eyes.
“Dude, this was your choice. You’re not going to be an idiot about it. You should’ve picked something different.”
Blake scowled and flipped me off as we climbed over the wrought iron fence and green hedges lining the community’s perimeter.
Landing without any problems, I checked our surroundings, and the security hung out at their proper posts and didn’t do their patrol then. This plan was trickier than my building, but Blake wasn’t letting up on his felony. This was who he wanted to target and wouldn’t come up with anything else.
We both had to duck and cover as we maneuvered around the properties. Blake didn’t wear his mask, and I shook my head at his recklessness. Before I even stepped out of the car, I put my mask on. Nowadays, people didn’t think twice about a person wearing one, so it gave me a better chance to explain why I was wearing a mask if I needed to talk my way out of things.
The house of Blake’s target finally appeared, and I shook my head. “Blake, what did this lawyer do to you?”
“None of your business.”
Shaking my head, I started recording and followed Blake as we made it to the far end of the property and snuck toward the garage’s main door. This house had a coded lock, so Blake went through his sack and pulled out a sequencer, plugged everything in, and we waited as it found each digit needed. He punched the code in as soon as it finished.
As the door opened, I held my breath, waiting for alarms to go off, but nothing happened. I followed Blake as he whistled at all the classic vehicles on display. However, two were under a car cover, and he pointed at the furthest one. “That’s the crown jewel.”
Blake ran to the car and pulled off the cover. A 1956 Jaguar Roadster in mint condition, and it shined. I must admit it was a beautiful car. The idea of it getting demolished made me sad.
“Hurry up. Get on with it.”
Blake smirked and lifted the hood and had clippers in his hands. He fiddled with opening and closing them while he hunted around and found the brake lines. Blake glanced at the camera, smiled a bit, and snipped it. The bastard enjoyed it way too much.
The whole time I had known the guy, something had been off with him, but now I wondered if he wasn’t crazy.
Finished with potentially killing somebody soon, Blake stepped away, closed the hood, and returned the cover. He kissed his hand and laid it on the hood.
“Let’s go.” Blake had a glee in his eye, which I caught on camera. I wondered if it’d be enough to show the board members how unstable the asshole was.
